4th Wall A Go Go

[shenghuanzhe]

I know I ain't fuckin' hallucinating, so suddenly the ship's manifest says there's a few dozen extra people on board? The fuck?

[Kage's drinking on the job. Classy, Kage.

He doesn't care, though, because apparently the ship is going absolutely nuts. May as well have a drink before the entire Elegante goes tits up.]

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[bloodsonthehunt]

[Bird.

There's a bird on the ground with its head twisted horizontally and peering up at Kage like the feathered devil himself.]

[shenghuanzhe]

[Kage looks down at the injured bird.]

...

[bloodsonthehunt]

[Not injured, Bloodwing is just a freaky carrion bird who has nowhere to perch. He's been hop-fluttering around the ship, looking for his master or someone stupid enough to try and move toward him.

He slowly reaches out to stretch his wings. Man, that's a gorgeous wingspan. All the other carrion birds say so.

Bloodwing hops a little closer.]

[shenghuanzhe]

[Kage's hand moves behind his back, under his jacket and he grasps his pistol.

There's only two birds authorized to be on the ship as far as Kage knows. The Heron and Lenny, and otherwise any crewmember would be extremely cautious.

This far out in the ocean, birds are either very lucky or very, very unlucky.]

...

lol his face

[bloodsonthehunt]

[Bloodwings are... notoriously difficult to raise. Not because they're dumb but because the ones who try to train them die out more often than not. They're ornery and just ever so slightly less intelligent than Lenny.

This one has been trained! So unless he sees the gun, there won't be any swoopy shenanigans going on here. Blood dips his head and keens, his eyes following the movement of Kage's hand. WHAT WILL YOU DO, KAGE.]

Paul Walker cannot move his face right.

[shenghuanzhe]

[The keening doesn't indicate aggression, and so Kage's hand slowly ungrips the pistol. It's a fearsome looking beast, but it hasn't made any bad moves yet, and the keen seems like it might be smart.

Kage releases the gun and he relaxes back down into his chair--but ready to pull the gun in a second if he has to.]

You sick or somethin'? You hungry? Lost, bird?

[bloodsonthehunt]

[He recognizes the pitch of certain words. Namely "hungry". It's been a while since his master fed him a live human. Bloodwing looks at Kage in that slightly unnerving way birds of prey have of looking at fleshy human types. The head tilts and goes horizontal again.]

Krrrreeeeeee?

[And then flight. He's aiming to land near the paperwork, not to attack. Provided he doesn't get a bullet for it, Bloodwing is not above begging.]